With all these ill-gotten supplies, I can direct the new work flow to make this fort not-a-hellhole!
Nice little rooms for all the workshops.
Actually, looking at the stocks...
No one has a ******** clue how much we actually have of anything, it seems. I shall delegate the job of ridiculous amounts of counting to myself.
We shall have the most accurate records this side of everything.
I also draft the two peasants that came into the military, under the command of Freezer.
The general goal is not dieing.
A craftdwarf, Toastie, goes all crazy up in this s**t, and holes herself up in a workshop. After a while see emerges with this-
Uh, cool? Its actually a little lame...
Oh s**t elves!
I hate elves. They always get pissy if you touch a tree, or maim a few too many animals. I trade them some useless rock crafts to not offe-
After a while the spirit leaves, and Sin has crafted a really nice dress.
I think I'll wear it myself, this one is-
IT KEEPS HAPPENING.
